Monday, January 29, 2007

Good Morning, Already

It’s a really low-key monday morning home with a slightly feverish zach, who’s getting much more than his RDA of video this morning in an effort to keep him resting quietly.  Meantime I don’t think I can do a half-hour of Clifford without a lot more bourbon and since I technically have to go to work by 1 today I think I’ll just take this moment to offer up a few random portions of pasta fazul:

I noticed in the Seattle airport about a month ago, the recorded message they kept repeating for us: “Unattended baggage may be subject to search, inspection, damage and removal.” I kept hoping I’d see it happen: a portmanteau abandoned at the gate, surrounded by TSA officials in their kevlar mumus, first searching it - looking at it very carefully, inside and out; then inspecting it, which is different how exactly?; then damaging it, hopefully with extreme prejudice; and then, with stony faces and somber ceremony, removing it.  I will have to route more travel through SeaTac so that I can try to catch the floor show someday.

When I last went out to buy clothes, I tried on something that Old Navy was calling “painter’s pants.” These were blue jeans with some arrangement of pockets or other, and they hung a bit loosely on me, but the thing I couldn’t help but notice was how they crept up my crevasse.  As soon as I took a step in any direction, these pants were Melvining me in a vigorously intimate way.  From this I deduce that Painter’s Pants are pants that are designed, for some reason, to ride up my butt.  I anticipate with dread the introduction of Plumber’s Pants. 

Upon watching V for Vendetta with Kelly a few weeks ago:
me: “People who were really into the graphic novel apparently resented the love-interest aspect.”
kel: “People who were really into the graphic novel probably resent love.”

And finally, because Clifford will be ending so terribly soon: The translation of this poem is faithfully transcribed as inscribed on the pagoda pavillion on the island in Stow Lake in Golden Gate Park:
Two sister cities were made, side by side and hand in hand, is people’s well-being thus made.
Residing in this wide world, cooperating closely from our hearts, the universal brotherhood is thus made.
A scenic spot in USA for ascending remained, easterly coming culture, a real friend can not be wanting in this wide world.
A great ocean on ROC for crossing lain, westerly looking from Golden Gate, the world although so wide becomes as near as the neighborhood.
Mayor of Taipei ROC; Speaker of Taipai City Council ROC

Have a good monday.  a real friend can not be wanting in this wide world. 

oh no you di’int start bashing comic geeks! ;-)

I personally haven’t read it, but Ryan has and his input is that the love aspect wasn’t IN the book, so it’s lame that it got “Hollywood-fied” to add it in. And also the writer wanted NOTHING to do with the movie and refused to even be paid his royalties on it. I mean, he’s a creepy recluse, but he’s got some moral standards and didn’t want to be pimped out to Hollywood just for some flashy cash.

Personally, I’d sell out in a heartbeat and I’d cast the lead as Brad Pitt just for the press.

Well I have read the graphic novel but have yet to see the film...I don’t ACTUALLY resent love but you have to admit it’s a bit pesky.

hee-hee.

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